The Omnistore System



The one who roused Kevin from slumber was none other than the individual resting beside him. What initially seemed bothersome to his ears had transformed into the most perfect symphony, as the melodious voice turned out to be his mother's.

The reason for her melodious voice emanated from the graceful motion of her hand, causing her mouth to release delightful, dulcet sounds.

'What is she up to?!' Kevin pondered, his expression a mix of bewilderment and distress, witnessing a traumatizing scene unfolding right before his eyes.

Before him, his mother engaged in an act that no child would willingly witness, yet for some twisted reason, Kevin couldn't tear his gaze away from his mother.

He observed her hand rhythmically moving between her plump thighs, gracefully spreading them apart. The moonlight streaming through the window cast a delicate glow upon her figure, revealing her ivory nakedness adorned with alluring curves. Her pajamas had slipped down to her knees, unveiling her substantial, alabaster thighs, while her intimate area bore a veil of ebony pubic hair. Yet, his annoyance flared as his view was obstructed by her hand, guarding her most private folds.

Shifting his attention, he watched her hands expertly kneading and exploring her intimate realm, their path then ascending towards her softly rounded abdomen. A hint of extra flesh graced her stomach, which only accentuated her allure, as her skin shimmered with a sheen of perspiration. 'She must have been at this for quite a while,' Kevin surmised, noting the glistening sweat that adorned her form. Achieving such sweat in this weather demanded a substantial investment of effort, at least twenty minutes or more of exertion.

Driven by curiosity, his gaze traveled upward to her unadorned ample bosom, meeting her other hand resting upon her full breasts. Her bosom was generously endowed, enough so that it seemed impossible to fully encompass with even two hands. Her fingers artfully kneaded one of her breasts, gently compressing the flesh near the reddened nipple. A vivid areola, more extensive than the norm, gracefully adorned her breast, covering almost three times the area that her nipple concealed. The contrast of its pinkish hue against her pale skin seemed perfectly suited.

Her second breast, succumbing slightly to gravity's touch, rested gracefully to the side. Yet, as Kevin continued to gaze, his throat went dry and his heartbeat quickened. He found himself captivated by the sight of her taut nipple, its hardness seemingly locking onto his own gaze, drawing him in like a powerful magnet.

'My word, I shouldn't be watching this,' Kevin scolded himself, his inner dialogue at odds with his captivated eyes. 'It's just curiosity. Yeah, curiosity about... human anatomy. I mean, I am studying biology, right? But why am I feeling this way? This is... so not the time.' As his thoughts raced, he attempted to pry his eyes away, only to find his curiosity held him captive, mingling with a surge of inexplicable desire.

'But she's my mother's? Is it even appropriate to delve into human anatomy using mom's body as a reference? Then again, who better than her to educate me about the intricacies of the human form? She's older, so it's sort of her duty to enlighten me about the human body, particularly the female anatomy, right?'

As Kevin grappled with his inner turmoil, torn between continuing to observe his mother's intimate self-indulgence or diverting his gaze, the rhythm of her hands hastened. Her eyes squeezed shut in an intense reverie, undoubtedly conjuring some explicit fantasy. Her lips parted as she breathed heavily, moans intermittently escaping, painting an aural picture of her pleasure. One hand played a tantalizing game with her breasts, her fingers teasing and coaxing her nipples in her quest for a swift climax.

In the midst of her indulgence, she momentarily forgot her shared space and uttered a lewd request, her voice dripping with unabashed desire. "Ahhhh Kevin... not so fast."

The words hung in the air, crashing into Kevin's ears like a tidal wave of shock. His eyes widened, disbelief settling in as he comprehended what he had just heard. He never imagined that his own mother harbored such thoughts about him. When he initially caught her in this intimate act, he had assumed it was a coping mechanism, a way for her to find solace after the loss of her husband. The notion that she was actually fantasizing about him never entered his mind.

Frozen in astonishment, Kevin continued to stare, his gaze alternating between her body and her flushed face. What had started as hesitant curiosity now gave way to a bewildering mix of emotions, leaving him thoroughly perplexed.

'How can she... my mother... how can she be pleasuring herself while thinking about me?' Kevin's inner voice echoed with disbelief as he continued to observe the rapid movement of her hands and the repetitions of his name slipping from her lips.

"Yeah... just like that, my son... a little harder... ahh... slower now," her voice guided her actions, her pace fluctuating.

'I can't let her continue like this. She's my mother, and she shouldn't be thinking about her own son like this,' Kevin resolved within himself, a sense of discomfort mingling with his curiosity.

"You're doing... ahhh... great, my... son... mommy's... ahh... proud of... you..." Her moans reverberated through the room as her hips synchronized with her fervent hand movements, her voluptuous body undulating sensually.

'No... stop... don't associate me with this,' Kevin mentally protested, his thoughts shouting against the tide of imagination. Seeking an escape, he glanced over at Riya, confirming she was blissfully asleep, unaware of her mother's indecent display.

With newfound determination etched onto his features, Kevin resolved to intervene and prevent her from spiraling further down this path. Closing his eyes, he feigned slumber, his determination to shield their relationship from the ramifications of this sinful encounter solidifying in his mind.

"Mom..." he murmured, his voice drenched in drowsiness, as he extended his arms and cupped her bare breasts, gently squeezing them before pulling her body close, all without opening his eyes.